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HYMN 224
2 Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it jants,)

In the Redeemers breast.
o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,

I now the cross sustain ;
And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain,
4 I suffer on my threescore years,

Till my Deliv’rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.
e 5 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me!

Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.
0 6 I see a world of spirits bright,

Who taste the pleasures there; o They all are rab’d in spotless white,

And conquering palms they beár.
- Oh what are all my suff'rings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet, ***
With that enraptur'd host t appear,

And worship at thy feet!
8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life and friends away;
But let me find them all again,

In that eternal day.

HYMN 224. L. M. Carthage. [b *7

Death of the Sinner and Saint.
1 W HAT scenes of horrour and of dread-

W Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrours all appear in sight,

Presages of eternal night!
e 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,

And fill his soul with sad surprise ; Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears, And not one ray of hope appears. 3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast ; Where'er he turns he finds no rest : o Death strikes the blow--he groans and anies

And, in despair and horrour-dies.

Where'er hing panggapé appe

With trance in ever

4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss : His soul is fill'd with conscious peace; A steady faith subdues his fear;

He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene;

No terrours in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,

And smooths his passage to the tomb.
-6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last. Fawcett.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

Infants, living or dying, in the arms of Christ. 1 MTHY life I read, my dearest Lord,

1 With transport all divine ; Thine image trace in ev'ry word,

Thy love in ev'ry line. 2 With joy I see a thousand charms,

Spread o'er thy lovely face, While infants in thy tender arms,

Receive the smiling grace. d 3 'I take these little lambs,' said he,

And lay them in my breast; 'Protection they shall find in me

In me .be ever blest. 4. 'Death may the bands of life unloose,

'But can't dissolve my love; Millions of infant souls compose

"The family above. 5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise,

And mould with heavenly skill : • I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,

“And hands to do my will.' 0 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear,

And shout, with joys divine, d 'Dear Saviour, all we have and are, Shall be for ever thine.'

Stennet. HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b *]

.. On the death of Children. Isa. iv, 5. 1 VE mourning saints, whose streaming tears

I Flow o’er your children dead,

VA

Say not, in transports of despair,

That all your hopes are fled.
2 While, cleaving to that darling dust,

In fond distress ye lies
Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view

A heavenly Parent nigh. e 3 Though, your young branches torn away,

Like wither'd trunks ye stand; o With fairer verdure shall ye blooin,

Touch'd by the Almighty's hand. d' 4 'I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,

In my own house a place ; ‘No name of daughters and of sons

Could yield so high a grace. 5 Transient and vain is every hope

"A rising race can give; 'In endless honour and delight,

My children all shall live.? -6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Through which thy face we see; [hearts, o And bless those wounds which, through our

Prepare a way to thee. Doddridge.

HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]

Death of a Young Person. 1 W HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away

W By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,

Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

Oh, may this truth, impress'd e With awful power-I too must die

Sink deep in every breast. e 3 Let this vain world engage no more:

Behold the gaping tomb! -It bids us-seize the present hour!

To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene

May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,

Which calls to watch and pray.

0 5 Oh let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can save; .. Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

And triumph o'er the grave. -6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,

With cleansing, healing power ; This only can prepare the heart For death's surprising hour. Steele.

HYMN 228. C. M. Zion. [*]

Death of Pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv, 15, 14. i M AKE comfort, christians, when your 1 In Jesus fall asleep;

[friends Their better being never ends;

Then why dejected weep? 2 Why inconsolable, as those

To whom no hope is given ? Death is the messenger of peace,

And calls the soul to heaven. 3 As Jesus died, and rose again,

Victorious from the dead; o So his disciples rise and reign,"

With their triumphant head. e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds

Christ shall with shouts descend; g And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend. -5. Then they who live shall changed be,

And they who sleep shall wake; o The graves shall yield their ancient charge,

And earth's foundation shake, 0 6 The saints of God, from death set free,

With joy shall mount on high; -The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,

Shall meet them in the sky. ng A few short years of evil past,

We reach the happy shore;
o Where death-divided friends, at last,

Shall meet to part no more." Scotch Par.
HYMN 229. C. M, St. Paul's. sb *]

* The Christian's Faroroetl..
1 V E golden lampe of heaven, farewell,

1 With all your feeble light; Farewell, thot ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgept orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd;
My soul that springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thy aid...
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode ;
The pavement of those heavenly courts,

Where I shall see my God. 0 4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix

With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into my eyes; Nor the meridian sun decline,

Amidst those brighter skies. g 6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite; And each the bliss of all shall view, . With infinite delight.

Doddridge.

HYMN 230. 8s. Consolation. [*]

Death Gain to a Belicver. 1 ITOW blest is our friend-now bereft

II Of all that could burden his mind! How easy his soul—that has left This wearisome body behind ? Of evil incapable thou, Whose relics with envy I see; No longer in misery nowNo longer a sinner like me. 2 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war with the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. No anger, henceforward, nor shame, Shall redden his innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 3 This languishing head is at rest ; Its thinking and aching are o’er; This quiet, immoveable breast, Is heav'd by affliction no more.